counter-survival

untold stories
untasted experiences
for the starving in us

we marvel
at our good fortune

fulfillment
was never
about satisfaction
but hunger
under-indulgence
eyes forever turned
toward want
and its innumerable uses

one step at a time

follow the somewhat thread
into the microscopic house
the tongue of reality flame
licks your hand
subtle dog

morose mind
under construction
its tender malfunction
drunk on the process
slogging toward conscious